What Is Left Of Us; Just A Kid From The Suburbs
The bedsprings started rusting
Our knees had rug marks!
From prayers we constantly whispered,
Dreams kept us fom sleeping.
Ovens opened producing heat stopped the tears from turning to ice shards,
Resembling knifes slicing our cheekbone
Creating the fragments of our frowns
We see parents that have "made it"
But Unlce Sam's dream didn't omit.
Our white picket frence caged us in the illusions we are in.
See our parent "made it out" but are only deeper in te cave
All we see is reflections on the walls to what this life really gave.
See our parents became slves, just to give us this illusion
That we are comfortable and stable, grass & lawn broadened the confusion
We are cloer to green, when in actuality,
They gave every dollar, hour, sweat, blood, tears and dream
For what you see...Our reality
A Soldier's Story
“There comes a point in time where every soldier no longer wants to battle” –Stevens Cadet
This is the story of one…
A Soldier walking through the terrain, enemies approaching!
Clutching the white flag, bullet wounds has him feeling his life span is now closing.
Scars on his face of the last battle he won.
His platoon is dead and he remains the only one.
Has an air strike but doesn't know if he should use it.
Called it once& suddenly feeling he will abuse it.
Plus along the way, enemy forces are prepared to shoot it down.
Moments getting close, reflexes causes him to remain prone to the ground.
One wave left, full clip, he could take them.
But the bullets ricocheted, damaged his fatigue & he is in open field, camo naked.
Ammo not an issue, his point man had him save it.
Rain begins to fall, thunder perceives the whole sky is shaking;
Dog tags in his hand from the men who haven't made it
Bullets gazing, a sign of hope he is now waiting
Been through this road, it's the cause he's debating
Wishing this last war would resign his participation
Third time in, feeling like his struggle causes the remaking
Sparks flies, clips changing, his heart is now racing!
Only ones alive to relate to his empathy is the men he's facing.
Pacing to fight the temptation that trying to stay alive could return him to this placing.
Fingertips bracing the flag in his hands, he just wishes his actions could accommodate his plan, for this battling to end.
The cycle causes him to feel he shall never really know.
He checks the clip, waves the flag, and raises his gun, EMPTY!
Leaving the enemy flat lining his last sentence that he...willingly wrote!